Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused, texting. [?]

brain

was speechless, […]

and nobody knew

echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a heads

that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The

the pages

never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college

down on

Lorna brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear.

open to good advice, nodded

setting her alarm when a new message popped up on her

[Lia, why are you asking about this Everard guy?]

a moment before replying with the naked truth,

way.

replied, [Yes, do you

full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in

keeping her distance? They hadn’t even been in contact

I can’t stay away from him,

waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would.

could decide, Louie replied, [Why?]

she responded: [Because “Love or Die”

Louie went silent.

for another ten minutes, but still no

Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can talk then.]

He actually knew!

of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie

typed a single word –

was about to turn off the device, it

the screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What could

and a familiar voice, more

the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She

his voice so soothing it